In his opinion, the man in front of him not only took away the fruits of his victory, but also used this method to humiliate himself.
An inexplicable evil fire arose in his heart, and he took out a switchblade knife from his pocket.
"Boy, I think you are really tired of living."
As Cao Zhongyong took out the switchblade, there was a burst of exclamations from around him.
Especially Wang He.
The boss's eyes were wide open and he couldn't believe that this man was the son of his idol.
All kinds of messy thoughts were surging in his mind, but in the end he could only boil it down to the sentence "Tiger father and dog son."
Snap knife.
This thing is also commonly known as the gangster knife, and it is the standard equipment of almost every gangster.
This thing is also very convenient to use. As long as you press your hand on the spring, the blade will snap open. It can also be folded up for easy carrying.
Cao Zhongyong flicked the blade skillfully.
He held the handle of the knife in his right hand and walked towards Cao Weidong, naturally exuding a fierce aura.
It's not easy to do business these days, and he has seen blood.
"Xiao Cao, they have knives..."
Uncle Ma turned pale with fright and tried to pull Cao Weidong back, but failed.
Looking at Cao Weidong who had walked out at some point, he sighed in his heart.
"It's bad, something is going to happen to Xiao Cao. If I had known, I shouldn't have brought him here..."
At the same time, other people in the auction venue also exclaimed.
In the crowd, the strong man wearing sunglasses, the secretary, Lu Ming, and other Cao Zhongyong's companions all had a malicious smile on their faces.
They moved forward in tacit understanding.
And used his body to block Cao Weidong's possible escape or escape routes.
Seeing that tragedy was almost imminent.
The atmosphere of the auction was so solemn that it was almost suffocating.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
The distance is getting closer.
Cao Zhongyong's eyes became colder and colder.
He suddenly got angry and stabbed the opponent's chest with the switch-blade in his hand.
But at this moment, Cao Weidong also took action.
The palm of his hand was like a knife, hitting Cao Zhongyong's wrist first.
Cao Zhongyong felt pain in his wrist, and he couldn't use his right hand at all. With a snap, the switchblade fell to the ground.
"You kid...ah!"
He roared angrily, but his voice was quickly replaced by screams.
Cao Weidong took a step forward and kicked Cao Zhongyong cleanly on the door again.
Cao Zhongyong felt like he was hit head-on by a dump truck.
In another second, his upper body fell backwards at a weird angle, blood flowed involuntarily from his nose and mouth, and several teeth fell out.
Cao Weidong walked calmly to the other party, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Cao Zhongyong seriously.
"Do you know why I beat you?"
Cao Zhongyong shook his head.
Cao Weidong said.
"Because my name is Cao Weidong."
Cao Zhongyong couldn't help but wanted to curse, but he accidentally touched the wound on his face and let out a vague and painful moan.
.......
It was quiet all around.
Everyone watched this scene happen with disbelief.
They were really surprised.
It's like a docile rabbit suddenly stood up, exposed its titanium alloy rabbit claws and eight-pack abs, and easily beat the shit out of an angry black bear.
The contrast is just too great.
But then, something even more surprising happened to them.
Cao Weidong turned and looked at Wang He.
"The auction has ended. I bought this courtyard house. Is this the result?"
Wang He was still in a trance at this time. Hearing Cao Weidong's words, he nodded subconsciously.
"Yes, you took the photo of the courtyard. This courtyard is yours."
"That's good."
Cao Weidong continued.
"Now there is one last thing. I hope you can stay and be a witness..."
"witness?"
"Yes, I want to rectify the name of this courtyard house."
Cao Weidong's eyes fell on the strong man and the secretary.
"I want to tell everyone that this courtyard house is not a haunted house."
Although Cao Weidong himself didn't care about the so-called public opinion, he didn't want the name "haunted house" to be attached to this courtyard house.
"You said this house is a haunted house. Who said it? Are there any witnesses or physical evidence?"
"After all, whoever reports it is the one who proves it. You can't just say that this house is a haunted house and ask me to provide evidence to prove that this house is not a haunted house, right?"
"There is no such thing in the world."
The others finally came to their senses at this time.
They thought carefully and felt that what Cao Weidong said was reasonable.
The man in sunglasses and the secretary looked at each other, took out the switchblade knives from their pockets, and rushed towards Cao Weidong.
At the same time, several people in the crowd also took out circlip knives and suddenly started to attack.
These are all Cao Zhongyong’s associates.
Cao Weidong had been wary of them for a long time.
A mocking smile flashed in his eyes, and then he took the initiative to greet the man in sunglasses and the secretary.
After just a moment of confrontation, the two fell to the ground, rolling on the ground and moaning, holding their stomachs.
The gap in strength between the two sides was so great that they didn't even see clearly how Cao Weidong did it.
Cao Weidong took out a hammer from his pocket, took it out under the cover of his sleeve, then walked to the man in sunglasses and the secretary and squatted down.
Bang!
The hammer landed next to the man in sunglasses and made a shallow crater on the ground.
Then Cao Weidong said gently.
"Please bear with it for a moment, it might hurt a lot later."
The man in sunglasses shuddered violently.
"What do you want to do?"
No torture.
The man in front of me hit someone with a hammer. This was so unreasonable!
"You all have knives on your body. It's too dangerous. I plan to break your hands and feet so that I won't be afraid of your revenge."
"Don't worry, as long as I strike quickly enough, you won't be in much pain."
Cao Weidong explained very seriously, while his eyes swept around the man in sunglasses, as if looking for the place where the weight fell.
The man in sunglasses tried to escape, but was caught by Cao Weidong.
next moment.
Cao Weidong raised the hammer and dropped it.
The man in sunglasses suddenly let out a sharp scream.
"Ah, my hand, my hand is broken."
Cao Weidong curled his lips.
Of course he didn't break the opponent's bones, but such a hammer blow was enough to leave a deep impression on the opponent.
After tossing the man in sunglasses, Cao Weidong grabbed the secretary and tortured him according to law.
The two of them were rolling around on the floor of the room holding their wounds, looking miserable and scary.
Wang He opened his mouth several times to persuade, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed back his words of dissuasion.
Moreover, Cao Zhongyong, the man in sunglasses, his secretary, Lu Ming, and other bidders and hecklers all carry identical spring knives. If he didn't know what was going on, he would have spent so many years.
What a waste of life.
"Is it a trap?"
Recalling Cao Weidong's words, Wang He realized later and felt a sense of fear in his heart.